27 September 2010 | Scott_Mercer
This is not the worst movie ever made, but it is pretty close. This hovers near territory inhabited by Monster-A-Go-Go, The Guy From Harlem, The Creeping Terror, and Manos: The Hands of Fate.
The acting is awful, and the writing is even worse. Like Al Adamson's Hell's Bloody Devils, this is a movie masquerading as a biker movie, which is not really a biker movie.
Bikers are involved, but only secondarily. The main focus is a psycho pervert who likes to dance with female mannequins and plunge butcher knives into their chests. Now, he wants to do this on a real live girl, so he hires a "biker gang" (three unshaven bad actors) to kidnap some teenage talent and hold them hostage until Mr. Pervert can show up and have his way with them.
There's very little motorcycle riding, the pace is very slow, and any attempts to build tension are laughable. About the only entertaining things to look at are the truly ridiculous 1972 fashions and furniture. Especially the horrible wallpaper in every room! I can only recommend you watch this film if you like to wallow in low budget 1972 sleaze. I guess there may be a few of you out there, so, by all means, enjoy.